Post by amyzing on Jul 7, 2014 16:35:44 GMT -6
The sun is shining and people are out on the beaches of San Francisco. However, it is near the Golden Gate Bridge, easily the most recognizable landmark in the city where this is happening. Here, under the bridge that is destroyed in a lot of movies, is a spot many people like to surf.
“The Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing stands along the water. Next to her, is a blue surfboard sticking into the sand. Amy zips a wetsuit up over her bikini top.
The waves crash against the shore. A breeze blows across the bay. Amy brushes her hair from her face.
“If there is one thing I can take away from my first match in the UWA, it is a strong sense of irony that I lost after being kicked. And I thought I could kick, but Bethany Kenyon can kick just as hard. Wow. That’s really all I can say about it is wow. Although, it probably didn’t hurt that I was soaring through the air when it happened. That really does tend to help a kick have more of an impact on a person than it normally does.”
“I will admit though that only having one show every two weeks helps the healing. That kick hurt. I thought I had a concussion or something. I mean I wasn’t knocked out or anything, but still ouch.”
“Anyway, that was then, and this is now. It’s a new day and a chance to start fresh. You really only get one chance to make a first impression they say. My first impression I hope at least made some people notice me. I may not have won, but I gave it everything I had and I hopefully won over a fan or two.”
“But still, I suppose one has to try and make that first impression on every opponent one meets. Really don’t know who is watching backstage on a monitor, do you? No, you really don’t. So in a way, while you only get to make a first impression on everyone watching, you make a lot of first impressions with people you get into the ring with.”
“It strikes me as a bit funny that the first match I was in involved Skylar, and my second match is taking on Craven. I don’t know why it strikes me as funny. It just does for some strange reason.”
Amy shrugs and adjusts the sleeves of the suit she is wearing.
“Go figure.”
“So, now I suppose it goes without saying that I would hope my second match in the UWA goes better than my first. I would like to pick up at least one victory while I am in here. I would hate to lose every single match I wrestle it. I mean it does happen, someone has to lose, but I would like it not to be me every once in a while. So who knows? Maybe this match is the match I get that first victory in? Maybe it won’t be and I’ll just keep trying again, because that’s what I do. Like the phoenix, I crash and burn again and again, but I always get back up.”
A breeze blows across the bay. Once again, Amy moves a few stray hairs from her face. She looks over the water.
“I don’t believe in giving up. It is only then, only when you give up, when you quit, that you are truly defeated. I can lose, but as long as I fight, as long as I give it everything I have, I still win. Maybe not in the record books, but it’s a personal win.”
“I think in some way, you get that Craven, that need to fight for what you want, and never give up. Now, granted, our reasons, for fighting may be different, but they lead us to the same place. This is what we want to do with our lives; walk out to that ring and give the fans something to cheer for, something to get excited about and something to remember. Or at least that’s why I do it. Granted, I do want to win a championship while I am in the UWA. Sure, it would help to win a match before I even attempt to win a championship, but that is neither here nor there. Obviously I have to win a match before a championship, but it is still something I would like to do.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” stops talking and closed her eyes looking a bit embarrassed that she was rambling. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, then opens her eyes again.
“Getting back to what I was saying about first impressions, mine are pretty predictable. The first I get is that as I am Chinese, or not from a European country, or even South America or Africa, I must therefore have no ability to speak English or even the ability to understand the words, or that I would even have an English accent, and that I do not have a hometown, rather we all wonder the Asian nations as nomads, yet somehow have arenas and airports. People say I lack a killer instinct. They keep saying I don’t have passion or desire or drive in this business. And I don’t really know why. I think mostly how I talk has something to do with it.”
“I personally do believe actions speak louder than words. I could talk about how great I am, or how much better I am than you Craven, or how you are not in my league, or all the usual things people in wrestling tend to say to an opponent. But, if you beat me in the match, then I look rather foolish for saying how much greater I am than you. So I would rather keep quiet about such things and just see if I can beat you. I mean, words are not going to win this match, are they?”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” shakes her head. She adjusts her hair, trying to keep it out of her eyes.
“Of course they are not.”
“This is wrestling, not a debate. Why waste words about how great one is when one always runs the risk of losing a match? If people want to think I lack passion or desire, then let them. I don’t really care if they want to underestimate me or count me out or not give me a chance. I however, will not accept being disrespected or mistreated. I do draw the line somewhere.”
“But then, I surprise them. There are moments when I take that first impression people have of me, and I completely throw it out the window.”
“They see me as a good, honest, kind, almost virginal person, and then I do something like pose in a Playboy, which I fail to see how exactly makes me a loose woman or a slattern, but that is neither here nor there. They think I lack that killer instinct or the drive and passion, and then I bloody near kick their head off. No one thought a nearly three hundred pound wrestler believing himself to the greatest ever would have to hire a body guard or hide behind an authority figure that favored him to keep himself safe from a woman half his size, but it happened. It did kind of make him look a little pathetic really, but it happened. I mean certainly no one ever thought I would be doing something like digging a man’s grave and then cut my hand open with a sword in some crazy swearing revenge thing, but that did happen. Although looking at that, it does make sense why he did hire a bodyguard and hide behind an authority figure, but it is still kind of sad. No one thought I could capture a title and hold it as long as I did, but it happened. No one ever thought I would walk out during a championship match, kick the champion in the head and cost her the title, but I did. I do feel a bit guilty about it now, but I still did it. And I get it. I try to be nice and polite. I am not the biggest or the baddest or the strongest out there. There is nothing about me that looks or even suggests intimidating at all. I do not even sound like I belong in wrestling really given that I am not a great trash talker, and a lot of this is trash talking. But I have accepted that because it is who I am. Someone is going to have to really make me absolutely furious before I do anything like I just admitted to again.”
Once again, she catches herself sort of rambling and closes her eyes again. Again, she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, her way to regain focus and her train of thought. She opens her eyes again, looking at her surfboard, then at the water. She doesn’t look quiet as embarrassed about it this time as she seems to have kept on topic for the most part.
“Any way, I accept that more often than not, I am the dark horse, the underdog, the person no one expects to win and somehow maybe surprises a person here or there. It is part of who I am.”
“I do not promise or guarantee victory. I do not make threats lightly, unless I fully intend to carry them out. All I promise, all I have ever guaranteed is that I will never give up as long as I can fight. I have never submitted in my career and I refuse to do so ever. I will fight until I have nothing left.”
“This is our first meeting. It is our real first impression of each other Craven. Yes, I have seen your matches and I have watched you in the ring. I have seen what you are capable of, but I do not know what you are capable of. Watching someone doing something and experiencing it are two totally different things.”
“Maybe you watched my first match against Skylar and Bethany, and maybe you didn’t. I would like to assume you did because of your connection to Skylar. But really, what did watching that match tell you about me?”
“Did it tell you I am a risk taker? Probably did considering I lost the match due to getting kicked while leaping across the ring. Did it tell you I do a lot of kicks? I would think so as I really do use a lot of kicks. Did it tell you I am not a power wrestler or a great technical wrestler? Well that, I would think, is a given considering I really don’t use any submission holds and just seem to go from one thing to another. And maybe that’s all there is to me or maybe not, who knows? Like I said, I can be surprising sometimes.”
Amy picks her board up out of the sand and tucks it under her arm.
“This, Craven, is probably were I connect that whole first impression thing with some sort of line about making an impression on your face with my boot or something that is supposed to sound both threatening and clever at the same time, but that’s not me.”
She smiles a bit coyly, and then makes sure she has her board secured under her arm.
“This is our first meeting Craven, and as always, I am going to go out there and try to kick someone’s head off and show you, and every single person watching Monday Night Mayhem why I am simply Amy Zing.”
The scene fades out as Amy heads towards the water.
“The Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing stands along the water. Next to her, is a blue surfboard sticking into the sand. Amy zips a wetsuit up over her bikini top.
The waves crash against the shore. A breeze blows across the bay. Amy brushes her hair from her face.
“If there is one thing I can take away from my first match in the UWA, it is a strong sense of irony that I lost after being kicked. And I thought I could kick, but Bethany Kenyon can kick just as hard. Wow. That’s really all I can say about it is wow. Although, it probably didn’t hurt that I was soaring through the air when it happened. That really does tend to help a kick have more of an impact on a person than it normally does.”
“I will admit though that only having one show every two weeks helps the healing. That kick hurt. I thought I had a concussion or something. I mean I wasn’t knocked out or anything, but still ouch.”
“Anyway, that was then, and this is now. It’s a new day and a chance to start fresh. You really only get one chance to make a first impression they say. My first impression I hope at least made some people notice me. I may not have won, but I gave it everything I had and I hopefully won over a fan or two.”
“But still, I suppose one has to try and make that first impression on every opponent one meets. Really don’t know who is watching backstage on a monitor, do you? No, you really don’t. So in a way, while you only get to make a first impression on everyone watching, you make a lot of first impressions with people you get into the ring with.”
“It strikes me as a bit funny that the first match I was in involved Skylar, and my second match is taking on Craven. I don’t know why it strikes me as funny. It just does for some strange reason.”
Amy shrugs and adjusts the sleeves of the suit she is wearing.
“Go figure.”
“So, now I suppose it goes without saying that I would hope my second match in the UWA goes better than my first. I would like to pick up at least one victory while I am in here. I would hate to lose every single match I wrestle it. I mean it does happen, someone has to lose, but I would like it not to be me every once in a while. So who knows? Maybe this match is the match I get that first victory in? Maybe it won’t be and I’ll just keep trying again, because that’s what I do. Like the phoenix, I crash and burn again and again, but I always get back up.”
A breeze blows across the bay. Once again, Amy moves a few stray hairs from her face. She looks over the water.
“I don’t believe in giving up. It is only then, only when you give up, when you quit, that you are truly defeated. I can lose, but as long as I fight, as long as I give it everything I have, I still win. Maybe not in the record books, but it’s a personal win.”
“I think in some way, you get that Craven, that need to fight for what you want, and never give up. Now, granted, our reasons, for fighting may be different, but they lead us to the same place. This is what we want to do with our lives; walk out to that ring and give the fans something to cheer for, something to get excited about and something to remember. Or at least that’s why I do it. Granted, I do want to win a championship while I am in the UWA. Sure, it would help to win a match before I even attempt to win a championship, but that is neither here nor there. Obviously I have to win a match before a championship, but it is still something I would like to do.”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” stops talking and closed her eyes looking a bit embarrassed that she was rambling. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, then opens her eyes again.
“Getting back to what I was saying about first impressions, mine are pretty predictable. The first I get is that as I am Chinese, or not from a European country, or even South America or Africa, I must therefore have no ability to speak English or even the ability to understand the words, or that I would even have an English accent, and that I do not have a hometown, rather we all wonder the Asian nations as nomads, yet somehow have arenas and airports. People say I lack a killer instinct. They keep saying I don’t have passion or desire or drive in this business. And I don’t really know why. I think mostly how I talk has something to do with it.”
“I personally do believe actions speak louder than words. I could talk about how great I am, or how much better I am than you Craven, or how you are not in my league, or all the usual things people in wrestling tend to say to an opponent. But, if you beat me in the match, then I look rather foolish for saying how much greater I am than you. So I would rather keep quiet about such things and just see if I can beat you. I mean, words are not going to win this match, are they?”
“The Hong Kong Sensation” shakes her head. She adjusts her hair, trying to keep it out of her eyes.
“Of course they are not.”
“This is wrestling, not a debate. Why waste words about how great one is when one always runs the risk of losing a match? If people want to think I lack passion or desire, then let them. I don’t really care if they want to underestimate me or count me out or not give me a chance. I however, will not accept being disrespected or mistreated. I do draw the line somewhere.”
“But then, I surprise them. There are moments when I take that first impression people have of me, and I completely throw it out the window.”
“They see me as a good, honest, kind, almost virginal person, and then I do something like pose in a Playboy, which I fail to see how exactly makes me a loose woman or a slattern, but that is neither here nor there. They think I lack that killer instinct or the drive and passion, and then I bloody near kick their head off. No one thought a nearly three hundred pound wrestler believing himself to the greatest ever would have to hire a body guard or hide behind an authority figure that favored him to keep himself safe from a woman half his size, but it happened. It did kind of make him look a little pathetic really, but it happened. I mean certainly no one ever thought I would be doing something like digging a man’s grave and then cut my hand open with a sword in some crazy swearing revenge thing, but that did happen. Although looking at that, it does make sense why he did hire a bodyguard and hide behind an authority figure, but it is still kind of sad. No one thought I could capture a title and hold it as long as I did, but it happened. No one ever thought I would walk out during a championship match, kick the champion in the head and cost her the title, but I did. I do feel a bit guilty about it now, but I still did it. And I get it. I try to be nice and polite. I am not the biggest or the baddest or the strongest out there. There is nothing about me that looks or even suggests intimidating at all. I do not even sound like I belong in wrestling really given that I am not a great trash talker, and a lot of this is trash talking. But I have accepted that because it is who I am. Someone is going to have to really make me absolutely furious before I do anything like I just admitted to again.”
Once again, she catches herself sort of rambling and closes her eyes again. Again, she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, her way to regain focus and her train of thought. She opens her eyes again, looking at her surfboard, then at the water. She doesn’t look quiet as embarrassed about it this time as she seems to have kept on topic for the most part.
“Any way, I accept that more often than not, I am the dark horse, the underdog, the person no one expects to win and somehow maybe surprises a person here or there. It is part of who I am.”
“I do not promise or guarantee victory. I do not make threats lightly, unless I fully intend to carry them out. All I promise, all I have ever guaranteed is that I will never give up as long as I can fight. I have never submitted in my career and I refuse to do so ever. I will fight until I have nothing left.”
“This is our first meeting. It is our real first impression of each other Craven. Yes, I have seen your matches and I have watched you in the ring. I have seen what you are capable of, but I do not know what you are capable of. Watching someone doing something and experiencing it are two totally different things.”
“Maybe you watched my first match against Skylar and Bethany, and maybe you didn’t. I would like to assume you did because of your connection to Skylar. But really, what did watching that match tell you about me?”
“Did it tell you I am a risk taker? Probably did considering I lost the match due to getting kicked while leaping across the ring. Did it tell you I do a lot of kicks? I would think so as I really do use a lot of kicks. Did it tell you I am not a power wrestler or a great technical wrestler? Well that, I would think, is a given considering I really don’t use any submission holds and just seem to go from one thing to another. And maybe that’s all there is to me or maybe not, who knows? Like I said, I can be surprising sometimes.”
Amy picks her board up out of the sand and tucks it under her arm.
“This, Craven, is probably were I connect that whole first impression thing with some sort of line about making an impression on your face with my boot or something that is supposed to sound both threatening and clever at the same time, but that’s not me.”
She smiles a bit coyly, and then makes sure she has her board secured under her arm.
“This is our first meeting Craven, and as always, I am going to go out there and try to kick someone’s head off and show you, and every single person watching Monday Night Mayhem why I am simply Amy Zing.”
The scene fades out as Amy heads towards the water.